Fissure
(Chronicles of the Interred #2)
by Marilyn Almodovar
YA Paranormal Romance
May 20, 2014 by Iambe Books, LLC
YA Paranormal Romance
May 20, 2014 by Iambe Books, LLC
Summary
Baxter Jacobs just survived the worst Sweet Sixteen in history: buried in a coffin, hunted down by assassins, and losing almost everything that mattered to her. She’s ready for some normalcy, but “normal” won’t play any part of this Time Bender’s future.
Now that the immediate threat is over, Baxter learns just how much the English Council expects of the newest Interred. The pressure has her seriously considering her uncle’s offer to take her to New York, especially since she thinks it will keep her Healer, Jack, from overusing his abilities. Knowing the New York Council’s ranks are filled with beings using dark powers, however, makes her hesitate.
Before she can choose, the decision is wrenched from her. Fissures in Time result in a new battle with an old enemy. Someone she thought she’d lost reenters her life, and she’ll discover a web of lies woven into the fabric of Time…lies only she can unravel. Baxter will have to use her growing abilities to try and reveal the truth, even if it forever changes the reality she knows.
Excerpt
All of my priorities changed after the Interment. My mother’s cousin, Fred, killed my family and several of my friends before almost killing me. Since then, I’ve been left with an emptiness in my heart and a constant worry about Jack’s well-being. That worry has been explained by Moira, Morgan’s friend and second in command, as the connection between Healer and Time Bender.
I must confess that this connection gives me a headache. Jack’s thoughts can invade my mind at any given time. Since he’s been unconscious, the slightest touch during his nightmares sends images of his dreams to my mind.
Now, Jack mutters my name again as his eyes move fast behind his closed eyelids. This is my cue to hold him tighter. His fraught state changes when our hands join. I brace myself for the flood of images as I press my palm against his.
We share thoughts, and I can see and feel everything that he does. The moment the connection deepens and my mind opens to accept it, I recognize the setting. This is where I last saw Fred alive…the place where a battle I can’t remember took place. Though my memories are gone, all of the emotions from the battle still ravage my heart.
In the dream, Jack runs as the rumble around him increases. He falls to the ground as it opens up beneath him, his pulse throbbing in his temple as he shields his eyes from the bright light that separates him from me. The deafening sound of the English Council’s Warriors pushes him on. He screams my name, fear threatening to paralyze his legs.
I move my free hand to rest against his chest over his heart, but the thumping of its beat doesn’t slow. Frustration leaves a new scar in my mind as I try and fail to remember what happened to me. All I know is that my ability has made me a prized possession. Fred wanted to take it from me, and he’s not the only one.
Jack’s dream transitions. His fear is replaced by joy as he finally reaches me. I’m lying at the bottom of a cliff, broken. Fred’s body is not far from mine.
I’m reeling from the fear and the anger that settle once more in my body. I can’t remember how I got to the bottom of the cliff or how Fred died. Emptiness leaves a blank space where my memories should be.
Only one thought gnaws at my brain. I’m no longer safe here in England. Worst still, I might not be safe anywhere.
I must confess that this connection gives me a headache. Jack’s thoughts can invade my mind at any given time. Since he’s been unconscious, the slightest touch during his nightmares sends images of his dreams to my mind.
Now, Jack mutters my name again as his eyes move fast behind his closed eyelids. This is my cue to hold him tighter. His fraught state changes when our hands join. I brace myself for the flood of images as I press my palm against his.
We share thoughts, and I can see and feel everything that he does. The moment the connection deepens and my mind opens to accept it, I recognize the setting. This is where I last saw Fred alive…the place where a battle I can’t remember took place. Though my memories are gone, all of the emotions from the battle still ravage my heart.
In the dream, Jack runs as the rumble around him increases. He falls to the ground as it opens up beneath him, his pulse throbbing in his temple as he shields his eyes from the bright light that separates him from me. The deafening sound of the English Council’s Warriors pushes him on. He screams my name, fear threatening to paralyze his legs.
I move my free hand to rest against his chest over his heart, but the thumping of its beat doesn’t slow. Frustration leaves a new scar in my mind as I try and fail to remember what happened to me. All I know is that my ability has made me a prized possession. Fred wanted to take it from me, and he’s not the only one.
Jack’s dream transitions. His fear is replaced by joy as he finally reaches me. I’m lying at the bottom of a cliff, broken. Fred’s body is not far from mine.
I’m reeling from the fear and the anger that settle once more in my body. I can’t remember how I got to the bottom of the cliff or how Fred died. Emptiness leaves a blank space where my memories should be.
Only one thought gnaws at my brain. I’m no longer safe here in England. Worst still, I might not be safe anywhere.
About the Author
Lyn could happily exist breathing the clean air of Narnia, trapped in a cupboard under the stairs with Harry, fighting alongside Captain Jack Sparrow, doing an internship in Torchwood, or traveling around time and space with the Doctor...as long as she can have Mr. Spock, Captain Kirk and Captain Mal as companions.
She currently lives in Central Florida with her French husband, English-born eldest son, and French-born youngest son.
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